In a word, as I told you, he is fairly besotted.

At first, he could dimly perceive her faults, and they gave him considerable uneasiness; but now his passion and her art together have blinded him to everything but her perfections and his amazing good fortune.

Last night he came to me brimful of his new-found felicity: '"Huntingdon, I am not a castaway!" said he, seizing my hand and squeezing it like a vice.

"There is happiness in store for me yet--even in this life--she loves me!" '"Indeed!" said I.

"Has she told you so ?" '"No, but I can no longer doubt it.